me: hi.him: [cheerily] hey duder, how's it goin'?me: remember that time, when I slept over in your dorm, and I had to wake up at five a.m. the next day so your dad could help you move your shit back to Jersey for the summer?him: [silence]me: I remember. That night we watched a movie on your computer. You made me smores in your roommate's microwave.him: [silence]me: ‘cause you couldn't find a gas range... with real fire... to make the smores. him: [pause]... [sternly] yeah.me: is it true, you're moving to California soon?him: [still stern] yeah.me: after you leave Pittsburgh, I'll never see you again, right?him: [pause] no.me: have you forgotten me? ... I think you have. You act that way, like you've forgotten. Like, selectively blocked it out or something, you know? ... I'm sorry, it's been a long time, and I probably sound like some obsessive freak but-him: [interrupts] I haven't forgotten you.me: [silence]him: [silence]me: ok... hey? Listen.him: [silence]me: I won't forget you. him: [silence]me: you know how I know why? because we met over scrabble, and I never forget a game of scrabble. him: you forgot to mention that it was your first time having smores.me: huh?him: that night you slept over in my dorm. That was the first time you'd ever had smores. I remember that. I take full credit for introducing you to smores. me: [silence]him: I won't forget that. I never forget my smores. So I won't forget you either.me: maybe we'll see each other again.him: maybe.me: then... ok. [sigh] Ok then. him: [silence]me: [pause] bye?him: [pause] bye.